I'm not fair, I don't care.
Silence is blinding, enticing, relentless.
I'm breathless.
Where do we stand as people?
Where do we belong
In this game?
The strong go on.
The weak die off.
Who are you?
I thought you knew.
You were my best friend.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Someone
PoesíaA brief timeline of the ups and downs my s/o and I had, loved him then...
